Violence inherent in the system!

I was watching the news this evening, and before a story was over, I had logged into Blogger, because I knew this story was going to piss me off.

In New York, New York there are a bunch of people mad because a guy was shot by police detectives, and the detectives were acquitted.

As always happens when a controversial case is decided upon, there were pissed off people loyal to the ruled-against-party.

A random clip showed an agitated civilian yelling. I quote:
"If I shot 50 times at a police car, would I be guilty?"

Yes you would, you moron.

The next bit of information was a repeated phrase that it was to be the victim's wedding day the next day.

Maybe in the news that makes a difference, but someone who commits a crime on his wedding day, on his birthday, or on Earth day is just as guilty as he would be on any other day.

Moving on.

The officers evidently saw a fight break out, and were convinced the sparring personnel were armed, and opened fire.

I believe there were three officers.

Now if these guys had the time to fire 50 rounds, wouldn't you think something was going on meriting such a expansive expenditure of ammunition?

Then the news reporter said the officers believed that they were being run at with a vehicle.

Now if somebody is shooting at you , can you think of a situation, a logical situation, where you would convey the idea that you are going to sun over someone, without intending to run over someone all while under small arms fire?

Now I'm not a doctor in any way, but then again, as Miguel says, this isn't rocket surgery.

[Dr. Emmet Exits]

So I'm told that we in the St. Pius X senior class of 2008 have 12 school days left, and we're gone.
To be perfectly honest, this scares me. A lot.

You may have realized by now that this isn't a pissed off rant, and if you would like to complain, please press "Screw you."

If you were trying to complain and realized that there is no "Screw you" button, I congratulate your perseverance, and encourage you to take the hint that you should be going away now.

This is one of those turning points in our lives, where there isn't a "next semester at Pius" and in a few days, I'm afraid that Mr. McCreary's contributions to the Book of Quotations will stem to a trickle.

That book has been a commentary on the unknowing way we blaze on towards life.

I sat in Physics class today, studiously adding to the book while disregarding anything Physics related, and I saw a large number of empty pages.
I thought to myself, we'll have time to fill that by graduation.

We're gone by next month.

Holy balls.

Irony: My fave

As I walked into Digital Media class this morning, I checked my e mail as I usually do, and then checked Miguel's blog or "blag" as he prefers. I digress.

I realized that I hadn't ranted for a while... I just needed a topic.

After considerable thinking, and some nice suggestions from classmates, I found my way to the old standby or irony.

One of my favorite examples of irony was in an unexpected venue: the silver screen.

I forget what show I was going to see, but in the previews there was your standard "the world is falling apart, and it's your fault" commercial.

It took a while, but I've learned to live with those commercials being thrown in from all directions, but this one just made me smile.
They went for the dramatic angle, flashing words like HEAT WAVES (I was watching this at the ass end of the coldest winter we've experienced in years.
DROUGHTS ( We've had flooding for a lonnnng time. I'm fairly sure that we've actually had weeks of pretty much solid rain.)

My favorite part was how the commercial neglected to mention the abnormal flooding and freezing thats been going on.

I suppose that doesn't fit to well with global warming.

Isn't Mother Nature a jerk?

Back in my day...

Who doesn't love to hate those rants about how things in some one's childhood were so different than the equivalent period of someone else?

Get ready to hate me for that.

Over the weekend, my little sister and her Girl Scout troop went on a cam pout. I was asked, along with my dad, to help with the fire building, the outdoorsy cooking, protecting the little kids from the monsters in the woods and things of that nature.

Being an Eagle scout and someone who loves being in the woods, I jumped at the opportunity to go camping and fulfill some of Miguel's ideas about manliness... looking forward to wrestling bears and being boorish.

I guess I'm just that naive.

When I arrived I found the Girl Scouts primarily dressed in winter clothing my dad had brought, and the leaders were all bundled up like a misplaced Eskimo.
Wearing jeans, a light sweatshirt and a cowboy hat, I looked on and smiled, but that didn't last long.

The general lack of common sense was permissible, ya know, these kids are in 4th grade, they can learn, but the thing that got me was their disdain of helping people out.

The justification can be found in one simple interchange the Sunday morning that we were breaking camp.


I was working in the wintry mix taking down tents with my dad, wondering where the hell all the little kids are.

After we rolled up one tent, I took it to the truck, and found all the kids sitting at picnic tables. That's cool I guess.

I asked them if they were going to help take down the tents.

They stood there.

I asked again.

A little girl smiled at me.

I asked once more.

Still smiling, she said "Probably not, we're just standing here."

At that I walked away and ranted to myself for a while.
Holllllly crap.

Little moments like that

Today was so chuck full of moments that made me smile, I was compelled to write something dedicated to this fine day.

McDonalds. A nice place.
We went on a apple pie run, and I was reminded of a time when I wanted pie a while back.
It was a cold, rainy night, a Wednesday I think...
I wanted pie, but I wasn't too hungry, so I decided I would have just one pie.
I pulled into the drivethru and asked for a pie.
"Do you want two for a dollar?"
"No thanks" I replied "I only want one"
I had assumed that if I was only getting one pie, and two cost a dollar, that one might cost about 60 cents or so.
Nope.
A freaking dollar.
Aren't I retarded.

I told that story at the McDonalds today, and I was thirsty, and didn't get a drink with my pies. (Bad Call)
I got back with my Hugo drink ranting about how on the dollar menu there is a small soda, and I just got a huge drink for a little less.
The sad thing is that people actually go for that.

Continuing on people who are kind of silly... Take a look at this!

That sign in between the cars?
It reads:
"No parking, Fire Lane"

Well at least the morons had enough in their craniums to not park in front of the sign...
I drove by, and I was compelled to take that picture because irony is just my favorite...


Next we move on to the reason I was in the crowded lot in the first place.

My elementary school's spring concert. Oh yeah.

If you couldn't tell, I was less than enthused to be there, but I went because I'm a good brother. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Unfortunately, I arrived late, about halfway through the show. Depressed as I was, I continue.

As I walked in there was a 6th grader dressed as Elvis. Wow.

Next came the 7th grade.

7th graders singing just makes me smile because, honestly, none of the classes sounded any good, but at least the kindergartners are cute.
7th graders are neither good, nor cute.

I think there were four guys, 4 that is, and about a dozen girls.
What the girls lacked in skill, the guys made up for in growling.

8th grade was by far my favorite performance.
The characters were great.

First you hear Girl-Who-Can-Actually-Sing drowning out everyone, which makes her sound like a prick.

Then you notice 8th-Grader-Who-Has-More-Facial-Hair-Than-Abe-Lincoln-(In-1863-You-Technicality-Pointing-Out-Jerk) who looks like that guy in planet of the apes.
I know that was a low blow, but it was funny as hell.

Then I realized that they decided to have a couple students play instruments during the show. They sang the finale song from Greece the musical, and well... it was bad.
The worst part was all of the guys, and the awkward girls just stood in the back mumbling while Girl-Who-Can-Actually-Sing is singing her heart out, dancing around with all the girls who think they can dance.

Then you realize it is indeed not hailing antelope, and that that awkward, irregular banging noise is actually Kid-Who-Has-No-Sense-Of-Rhythm-But-Plays-Drums (yes I know that that is difficult to distinguish apart from regular drummers, but he was worse [Burn to drummers])

Then he took a cowbell solo.

I almost cried.

Youtube

Ok, so I will be the first one to admit that I am truly horrible at typing. I probably average about eight words a minute, and about nine of those are spelled wrong, but I've found that what I publish tends to be somewhat coherent.

You tube is a fun place, and I spend lots of time enjoying the assorted videos on the site. However, I have noticed a number of types of annoying people who also seem to frequent the site.

Knucklehead Type 1: The Video Ninja

Oh the video ninja. On more than one occasion I have been trawling the depths of You tube, and found what seems to be a legit video of Family Guy clips, or a good explosion only to try to watch it and find that it is actually an add for the French Foreign Legion.
Freaking France.

Knucklehead Type 2: The I-am-Better-Than-all-of-you Bonehead

For a great conversation, I would love to suggest the The I-am-Better-Than-all-of-you Bonehead. The I-am-Better-Than-all-of-you Bonehead is very sure that every single word he utters, types, or thinks is as precious as the light in Trenton's eyes after a good burn.
If you couldn't take from context the fact that the I-am-Better-Than-all-of-you Bonehead is usually wrong, I am going to have to ask you to step outside.
And stay there.

Knucklehead Type 3: The I-Have-The-Writing-Skills-Of-A-Keyboard-Falling-Down-A-Flight-Of-Stairs Twerp

I can understand typos, they happen just like car crashes and France, but now for something less redundant.
These guys type comments and messages as if they are writing in sharpie on the wall, and they haven't quite figured out how to scratch something out.
Now don't confuse these examples of literary beauty with Type Number 5.

Knucklehead Type 4: The I-Think-This-Statement-Makes-Sense-But-Really-I-Sound-Like-A-Prick Moron

Don't you just love when someone gets really fired up about something, and they don't realize in their fervor that they are not spitting out any coherent thoughts?

Knucklehead Type 5: The I-Send-Messages-On-The-Internet-Like-I-Do-On-World-Of-Warcraft Bonehead

So you play World of Warcraft, and have no life other than that sweet avatar you made last week. That's cool. Whatever.
But when people who don't speak "bonehead" are around, could you please speak something us humans can understand?
pwned! or however the heck you say that...
Seriously.. What the heck..?


Now that we have out knuckleheads sorted out, lets have some fun.

I found a rather interesting video about the US Army.
(Pause for hippies to leave)

Its a pretty good video, to the song "Won't Back Down" by Johnny Cash

I enjoy the random commentary going down from the video. Everybody is weighing in, from your ultra-militants to your anti-war liberals. Its actually fun reading.

My first rant is to the token Canadian in the commentary, who is basically like "Yay USA, eh! You kill terrorists"
Made me laugh.

Enter the types:
Type 4 is going on about how it indeed wasn't Spain that gave us tea, but the British. I'll assume they gave us tea in Boston Harbor? Must be a scholar.

A short while later, in response to something about "true Americans" we have another Type 4, with a nice touch of 2 saying that "the only true Americans are native Americans, so I guess that counts you out bozo"
...I may be mistaken, but I am fairly sure that they started in Asia...
Do I need to elaborate?

About here is where it turns into a mess...

And I quote...
"no need to wonder that coz if it wasnt for these time wasters we wouldnt have 1 enemy."
This was a completely random statement.
What the heck is he talking about?

Another fun thing to do: Read what the militants have to say...
"Opressors????? The only compliment I got for you is my boot 8 inches up your ass... I'll show you oppressed."
Not quite eloquent, but funny...

And finally I'll comment about someone who, I speculate, is an English teacher I've had in the past...
Evidently, the song "I Won't Back Down" isn't about stalwartness and enduring hardship, but is an anthem of the oppressed!

After learning about that, I am fairly sure the maker of the video felt really silly for assuming that "I won't back down" could ever be construed as... uh... not backing down?

Lets see who's the first to complain...

Lets just start off with the usual crap about how I am completely supportive of the fact that gay people are indeed people yadda yadda yadda, but I think we can all understand that no matter how much of people they are, they can still make awkward situations even more so...

So here we have Anatomy/Physiology class, honors. Great. Period 6 is a class wherein none of my really close friends are, so I sit with some kinda cool people from the school play. My neighbor happens to be queer as a three dollar bill. Fantastic.

The subject of the day?

The male reproductive system. Balls.

You know, after going through the educational system for all these years, I've learned to cope with the fact that my teacher is talking about orgasms. I even managed to pay attention for the vast majority of the lesson on semen.
The one freaking element I was not ready for is my lab partner closely examining a male reproductive system model.

I've noticed it's experiences like this class that make me feel a lot better about the rest of my life.

You want an example? OK!

Our illustrious teacher fancies herself to be quite the athlete. Sure.
She walked a marathon over the weekend, and you know, that is great for people recovering from diseases, or losing weight but when you are a average civilian, no physical problems, shut the heck up.
My favorite part was listening to how "walking 13.1 miles is harder than running it because you are on your feet longer."
Are you freaking serious?

Here is where I go on my rant about how back in my day in New Mexico we walked 13 miles with 60 pounds on our back in the mountains of freaking New Mexico. And ya know what? I think that was easier than a running race would have been of the same duration!

And that my friend, or enemy, or whoever the heck is reading this... Is anyone reading this? Is there anyone else in this God-forsaken universe? Well I think that is a rant for another time...
That is the problem with fucking hippies. Get over yourself and realize theirs better things to freaking do than whine about how hard your life is. It happens. Forrest Gump knew that, so how about you learn from the bonehead who has an IQ of parrot.

Cellphones!

So just ask, and anyone will tell you that driving with cell phones (or on them) is excessively dangerous. Awesome.
But I think my favorite effect of making talking while driving a bad thing is the average boneheads solution to the problem.
Average boneheads ( I see them on the road all the time! It's great!) seem to acknowledge the fact holding a phone to your ear is bad when driving, but it appears they don't comprehend the freaking reason. You wouldn't believe how many people have made it safer by not holding a phone to their ear by, this just gets me, putting the phone on speakerphone... and freaking holding it in front of them!!!
OK... so I may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I'm fairly sure they still have one hand on the wheel! Morons!
But at least their ear isn't blocked! It's only in front of their freaking EYES!
Honestly... I'm fairly sure Darwin's plans are working through driving habits...